SepiaFlamingo

Two words: Catapulting Teacups
O.kiee... I don't honestly know how to work this thing. It looked a lot more appealing when the person who gave me this link, ((for no apparent reason, might I add)) was telling me about it. Something about not being able to press the side buttons when typing, but I'm sure that won't ruin anything...

I thought this was a stupid idea to make this....whatever you want to call it.... And I still think it's a stupid idea. Blame it on boredom. Yeash... It's the only explaination I can think of. Plus I needed to use that Flamingo icon somewhere. o.o;
It was so lonely backed away from the rest of my files that have no labels. And that reminds me that I need to label them, because I can't find anything when I'm trying to find something...

...Anyways... This is awkward. Talking to absolute nothingness. I'm not saying it's something new to me, o_o.., Just awkward. I really do abuse that word too much. I can't think of another word to replace it though, so abused it shall be.

When I re-read this it doesn't sound anything like me... I feel...awkward. No. Just not-me. Don't make fun of me for doing this, either. I'm doing it out of sake of options. I have this, or getting off pretend brb and talking to someone who I fairly know about the same thing we talked about yesterday, although we have nothing better to say, so we say it anyway. Did that make sense?...
I guess I'm not going to get a response from a site-thing-a-ma-bob, and that's why there's a handy-dandy button somewhere on this page to make me feel better about having nothing better to do in my life than talk to myself. No, this is worse than talking to myself. This is talking to myself to the 1st degree. Not only am I going on and on about whatnot to no one directly, but I'm publizing it. Publizing isn't a word.... Hold on, I need to look it up. o_o....

*Publicizing.

There. That's the word...

I think I abuse the "...dots..." privilege, too. Oh well, it's not like anyone has said anything. Until right now, because if they're reading this, they're thinking about it, and saying to themself: "You know what, Renee does abuse the dot privilege. She needs to be nailed to a sake and set to flames."
Or something relevent to that.

Or you could always just be sitting there saying to yourself: "No...that's not what I think so shut up, because you don't know what I think, you thinking-I-know-what-I'm-thinking, thinker."

...Yeah...

The more I keep thinking about this site-thingie, ((I really don't know what to call it)),
the more I agree with myself. This really was a stupid idea. No need to tell me...

But like I said, nothing better to do=typing in this thingie. I don't even know what I'm suppose to be typing in here. The girl who gave this to me bluntly said: "Just write a bunch of Hibee-Jibee, and then go from there."

In Hibee-Jibee sense, ((which sounds like one of those polka dances)) I guess that means I can type whatever I want.

...Right? O.o

Okiee then.

Seven people online right now, including myself since I put my own screen name on my buddy list. Kudd is online, but she's got an away message up... Come to think of it, so do I. I can't remember why it's there though. The rest of the people on my buddy list are those who I can no longer remember their names. To them I apologize...

I take that back. They should apologize for being on my buddy list and never IMing me to remind me of their names. Does anyone else have this problem?

No....? Yeash...?

You know what, "Mask" is a good song. A good song that we all need to listen to.
:: nods ::

Go and download it.... Because I have nothing else to type, and I still have a lot of time to waste.

Do you think I'm taking the -"End a sentense, skip a line."- thing too greatfully?
I don't want this to look all ugly, it will clash with the Flamingo's cool-ness.

.......dot...dot......................dot....


...So here I am. Sitting. Typing. Well, not right now. But then again I might be. Maybe... Yeah. A month left of Summer Vacation. Today was my last day of summer school. "Hurrah." It started two weeks ago, so I guess you can say without repent that I got a month's worth of summer vacation. I don't call my vacation offical until summer school is over, anyway. Which, I may sadly add, is something I attend to yearly. o_o;

I really don't sound like myself, do I?
You know, I've never really stopped and read what I've wrote aloud like this. o.O; Do I always sound this.... boring? O_o
I hope not. It's the absence of caffiene. Yeash... Nobody fixed coffee, and I'm now allowed to use the kitchen appliances. And right now I'm too lazy to check if that word it spelled correctly, so you'll just have to settle for the part you can comprehend.

Poo... I still need to waste more time before the "stranger-danger" person who's name I cannot remember is no longer able to notice I've been on brb for about an hour, and maybe she'll....((Or He'll, I can't remember which..x_X;))...will just end up leaving.

o.o;;; Don't get the wrong idea when I say this whole "pretend brb-thingie" though. I only do that with people I don't know, or in this case, can't remember their name and find them honestly quite annoying. I guess then this doesn't serve as a problem, because the only people accessing this page are people I know. I hope... Occassionally I'll go on "pretend" brb, and end up really walking away, so it ends up as a "real" brb anywho.

Okiee, I think it's safe to get off brb now, so I guess this thingie has no purpose any longer. All right-y then, Cheerio. o.o/)

...Adieu, random-nothing-ness-in-which-I-spent-a-half-an-hour-of-my-time-wasting-from-trying-to-aviod-more-awkward-ness.

I'll have to come up with a nickname for this thing, because that name won't due. o.o;

Okiee........Cheerio.

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